Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 88

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🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

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RACHEL’S pov.

Baldwin’s Mansion, LA – The Next Morning<<

I tossed and turned as I readjusted my posture on the bed, released a yawn as I pulled the blanket over my head, then continued sleeping.

Rewind, bed?
What am I doing on a bed?

My eyes snapped open at once and I sprang up to a sitting position, every bit of sleepiness vanished from my eyes, leaving me wide awake and conscious minded.

I didn’t have to look around to realize that I’m actually in I and Duncan’s room.

Wasn’t I supposed to be waiting for Fatima downstairs? How did I ended up coming… I trailed off as it dawned on me an I got my answer, it’s Duncan, he must have brought me here after I fell asleep.

I looked towards the window, and realized it’s very bright outside which simply means, I woke up very late.

Another yawn left my lips as I reached for my phone on the nightstand, but frowned slightly when I saw a tray of breakfast (pancakes and eggs) and my eyes caught a sticky note.

I mentally facepalm myself and rolled my eyeballs at Duncan’s typical breakfast, pancakes and eggs.

I reached for the note and read it.

‘Good morning, my heartbeat, I made you breakfast but couldn’t wait until you wake up, because something urgent came up and I had to leave to go check it out, I’ll see you later… xoxo’

I scoffed mentally, and slammed the note back on the nightstand. Something urgent my foot, he must have ran away from home to evade the punishment of bringing me to our room after I fell asleep, what a sly fox -well, I just hope that something urgent isn’t related to Fatima.

Maybe I should just give her a call and ask how she’s doing, with that thought in mind, I quickly dialed her number and waited for her to pick up as her phone started ringing, but unfortunately, she didn’t pick up and the call went straight to voicemail.

I tried a few more times, but each call went straight to voicemail this time, and I couldn’t help the worried frown that appeared on my face -could it be something really happened to her?

“Crap!”

I exclaimed quietly and hopped out of bed, then wrapped my arms around my waist as I felt my bladder getting heavier with each passing second.

“I better use the bathroom now, or I’ll pee myself”

Then without further ado, I dashed into the bathroom and carried on with my morning routine.

     >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Black-Knight’s Base<<

“Mr Baldwin!”

Men greeted Mr Baldwin with a deep bow as he walked into a ward in the infirmary, his steps faltered and deep frown lines appeared on his forehead, and narrowed his eyes at Lucas’ hands that were holding Fatima’s tightly, yet gently.

He (Lucas) seemed extremely bothered as he was staring at Fatima’s unconscious face, he stretched his hand forward and his thumb caressed a cut on left her cheek.

“You’re so stubborn” he scolded her. “Why did you have to break out of car?”

‘What the fuçk? Is Lucas trying to violate our rule?’ Mr Baldwin thought.

“Ahem!” he cleared his throat to make his presence known.

Lucas snapped his head towards him, but didn’t get up or let go of Fatima’s hands.

“Sir” he greeted with a respectful bow.

“How’s Fatima doing?”

Lucas turned his gaze to her, he stared at her for a moment before speaking.

“She’s fine, luckily, the bullets didn’t hit any vital organs”

Mr Baldwin threw his head back as he released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, a smile was even seen tugging the corner of his lips, but it was just for a split second.

“Hell, that’s such a relief” he muttered under his breath. “Where’s the doctor?” he asked.

“She just left to get some pills”

Mr Baldwin nodded, then his eyes landed on Lucas’ hand that was still holding Fatima’s, and he cleared his throat again.

“Then what are you doing?”

“Huh?” Lucas asked since he didn’t understand Mr Baldwin’s question.

“Why are you holding her hands?” Mr Baldwin rephrased his question, making it clearer to Lucas.

“I.. she.. I…”

Mr Baldwin lowered himself to Lucas’ level, he placed his right hand on Lucas’ shoulder, and tapped him a few times.

“Lucas, you’ve been with me for so long, we started this gang together, and we made every single law and punishments together”

Lucas averted his gaze towards Mr Baldwin, his eyes widened as if he’s just remembered something, and fear was clearly showing in his eyes.

“Mr Baldwin, I… ”

Mr Baldwin raised his hand to cut him off.

“You remember that, right?”

Lucas nodded.

“Then I’m very sure you’re quite familiar with the punishment that comes along with dating your gang mate, aren’t you?”

Lucas simply nodded again, he’s already sweating by now, and his shoulders were tensed.

“Be sure to stay in line” Mr Baldwin said.

Just at that moment, the doctor walked in with a tray, carrying some disinfectant, cotton bud, syringe and pills.

“Good morning, Mr Baldwin” she greeted him.

“Morning, doctor”

“Drop by to see Fatty?” she asked.

“Yes, yes” Mr Baldwin nodded. “I must make sure she’s fine, or my wife wouldn’t mind hanging me to death” he joked and chuckled lightly.

“Yeah, an angry wife is definitely not someone any man would wanna mess with” the doctor agreed and laughed shortly. “You’re lucky Fatty isn’t some fragile bimbos” then she proceeded to drop the tray on the bedside table.

Mr Baldwin turned his attention back to Lucas.

“Do you understand what I mean?” he asked him -Lucas.

“Yes, sir” Lucas answered. “I’m just being concerned about my gang mate’s health”

“Good, then let’s go visit Ferrari’s doctor” Mr Baldwin said.

Lucas nodded but wouldn’t let go of Fatima’s hand, he kept staring at her face as though he’s just seeing her for the first time.

“Lucas?”

“Hm” he hummed in response.

“The gang’s doctor is capable of taking care of Fatima, get your @ss back to business!”

Lucas faced the gang’s doctor who nodded reassuringly at him, he took a deep breath and reluctantly let go of Fatima’s hands, he stared at her a few more seconds before turning his attention back to Mr Baldwin.

“Let’s go, sir” he said.

“Sir?” Mr Baldwin scoffed. “Why do I felt like you were the boss just now?”

Lucas shook his head in disagreement, and bowed his head.

“I wouldn’t dare, sir”

Mr Baldwin scoffed again, then headed towards the door and Lucas followed quickly, not before sparing Fatima one last glance though.

    >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

Baldwin’s Mansion, LA<<

“…a fool?! Didn’t I tell you to be patient?!”

Huh?! Isn’t that Mrs Jackson? Why’s she yelling? What’s got her so angry?

I was about taking fast steps down the stairs to ask her what’s going on, but I halted when I saw her looking around sneakily, as though she doesn’t want anyone to hear her, or maybe she wasn’t supposed to scream so loudly.

I could clearly see her from where I was standing, she’s talking in an almost hush voice now, but it seemed like she’s scolding whoever was on the line with her.

I couldn’t hear her anymore, so, I took lighter steps down the stairs and stopped at the last step, then decided to listen from there.

This is my house and it’s only right that I know what’s going on with everyone, right? This isn’t eavesdropping at all, right?

“You wouldn’t dare!” she growled, and I flinched back -I would have lost my balance if I wasn’t holding onto the rails for support.

Wow, is actually this Mrs Jackson? or was she possessed by someone else?

I mean, Mrs Jackson is so gentle and easygoing, I haven’t seen her getting mad at anyone before, or even heard her scream at someone -this is an entirely different version of her.

“Don’t you ever think I’ll clean up your mess, if you take it upon yourself to act on your own! I said I’d take care of her!”

With that she angrily hanged up, and turned around, but flinched back in shock and her eyes widened in…is that fear?

I guess I meant be seeing things, because why would she be scared? She wasn’t doing anything wrong, right?
Maybe she’s just surprised to see me standing a few steps behind her.

“Good morning, Mrs Jackson” I greeted her with a smile.

“Haha” she chuckled… nervously? “Morning, Rachel” she responded to my greeting.

TO Be Continued

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My eyes scanned around for a moment, and I took note of the familiar furnitures, that’s when I realized we’re currently in our mansion in LA.

I smiled in contentment, but suddenly frowned when I remembered Fatima and Lucas.

“Then what’s going on? Where’s Fatima and Lucas? Why is nanny talking about an ambush? Are they ok?” I asked with worry and concern laced in my words.

Duncan nodded.

“They’re gonna be fine, they’ll be back soon”

“They’re gonna be fine?” he nodded, but I shook my head in disagreement. “You must have forgotten, but Asher shot Fatima and she’s still recovering, how can you leave her behind to fight? Are you trying to get her killed?”

“My heartbeat, calm down… ”

“We’re talking about my best friend’s life, how do you expect me to calm down?”

He laughed lightly at my reaction.

“Fatima isn’t a fragile girl, she’s a highly trained undercover bodyguard, and most importantly, I personally trained her” he raised his left brow. “Do you think I’d train a weakling?”

I struggled a little bit and wiggled out of his arms, and stood on my feet.

“Yeah, Fatima isn’t a weakling, but she’s still injured and should be resting not fighting more battles!”

With that I headed towards a sofa, but he seemed to misunderstood me and caught my hand.

“Where are you going?” he asked, he thought I was gonna rush out to go look for Fatima.

“I’m gonna wait right here, until she gets back in one piece” with that I snatched my hand from him, and rushed towards a nearby sofa.

Nanny Pamela who’s been quiet since I woke up, cleared her throat and approached me.

“Rachel, Fatima’s gonna be fine with Lucas around her” she said.

With Lucas around her? What is he now? God?

“I wanna stay here and wait for her” I threw a harsh glare at Duncan’s way. “Who know if Lucas is like his master? Who knows if he’s gonna sell my friend off to the enemy?” I gritted out.

Nanny Pamela’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, she looked between Duncan and I, then nodded as if she’s just understood something.

“This is obviously a lover’s fight” she said. “I should go get some sleep, both of you can handle yourselves” with that she headed towards her room.

Duncan waited until nanny Pamela’s out of sight, before walking towards me and sat on the sofa next to mine.

“My heartbeat, let’s go to our room so you can freshen up and catch more sleep, doctor Luke said you should rest mo…”

“Shut up” I cut him off. “I’m not leaving here until Fatima gets back, safe and sound!” I said with finality in my voice.

He raised his hands in surrender, and nodded in agreement.

“Fine, fine” he sighed. “I’ll keep quiet and wait with you”

I wrapped my arms around my big stomach, huffed and turned away from him, which made him chuckle but I ignored him.

    >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Lucas smirked when he saw the gang’s leader trying to get away, he raced towards him and pushed him to the ground, then started throwing punches at him.

“You wanna get away?” punch “What do you expect me to say to my boss if you get away?” punch “By the way, weren’t you such a talkative seconds ago?” punch “Why are you so quiet now? Aren’t I way too small for you?”

The gang leader wanted to fight back, but Lucas already shot his right arm earlier, which made it impossible for him to use his hands.

Lucas threw a few more punches at him, before getting off him and shot both his legs -he released a very loud, agonizing howl as his legs bled profusely.

“Take him back to boss’ playroom!” Lucas ordered one of his men.

“Yes, sir” then the gang leader was dragged away.

Lucas looked around, bodies were laying on the ground with blood flowing everywhere, but the bodies were mostly from the other gang.

“Watch out!” he suddenly heard Fatima’s voice.

He turned around and saw her running towards him, she pushed him out of the way and they both went stumbling over.

“Argh!” she hissed as she arched her back, and shut her eyes -she was shot in her back.

“Fuçk!” Lucas growled angrily.

He quickly aimed at the shooter and shot him countlessly, he didn’t stop until the shooter’s body dropped. Then he turned back to Fatima who’s groaning in pain, and holding her bleeding stomach.

“Are you ok?” he asked her.

He’s seemed confused as she was holding her stomach, whereas she was shot in her back.

He took a closer look at her and frowned when he noticed her face’s stained with blood, and he concluded she must have been shot in her stomach earlier.

“You joined in the fight” he stated, sounding angry. “Are you ok?”

“This.. this…” she slowly raised her head and looked straight in his eyes. “.. this is the dumbest question anyone could ask at times like this” she mocked him.

“I, I… ”

She rolled her eyeballs.

“I’m obviously not fine, hurry up and get me outta here!”

“Oh”

Lucas quickly scooped her in his arms and got on his feet, he dashed towards their car in a lightening speed, and helped her into the passenger’ seat.

“Sir?” One of their men called Lucas.

“What?!” he snapped at whoever it was, before he turned around.

“We’ve taken everyone of them down, but kept one alive, what should we do with him? Should we bring him to boss’ playroom too?”

Lucas inhaled frustratingly.

“Of course, fuçking bring him to the playroom for interrogation” he answered impatiently, then rounded the car and slide into the driver’s seat.

Fatima laughed as she stared at Lucas, which made him frown in confusion as he wondered what’s funny at this moment.

“Thankfully, you ain’t our boss” she said.

“Why did you say that?” he asked.

“You’re too strict” she answered.

“But Mr Baldwin is way stricter than me” he defended himself.

But Fatima scoffed.

“He’s only ruthless towards his enemies, he treats his workers with respect and equality”

“Don’t I treat everyone with respect and equality too?”

Fatima shook her head in disagreement.

“You won’t if you’re in his position”

He sighed.

“Well, you can always teach me how to treat others with respect and equality later” then he winked at her.

She simply rolled her eyeballs, and leaned back on the seat.

“Hurry up, I’m losing blood, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah” with that he started the car and drove off.

   >><<

Baldwin’s Mansion, LA<<

Mr Baldwin rushed forward, and placed his palm under his wife’s chin as her head dropped. His eyes located the wall clock and he couldn’t help, but smiled as he studied her face.

“You wanted to wait for your friend, but ended up falling asleep just five minutes of waiting” he said.

Just then his phone started ringing, he maneuvered with his left hand since his right hand was occupied, and reached for his phone.

He saw Lucas’ name’s flashing on the screen, so he quickly answered it.

“Lucas”

“Sir, we’ve taken care of the ambush but some of our men are severely injured” he paused. “Including Fatima”

Mr Baldwin looked towards his wife immediately he heard Fatima’s injured, he felt his heart suddenly beating against his chest as though he’s scared -scared of his wife’s reaction if she hears about Fatima’s newly acquired injury.

“Should we drop by the mansion?” Lucas asked.

“No, no” Mr Baldwin answered quickly. “Take everyone back to base for treatment, contact the gang’s doctor and have her tend to everyone, I’ll drop by tomorrow morning”

“Yes, sir” Lucas replied and hanged up.

Mr Baldwin looked at his wife, then shut his eyes and inhaled deeply.
He carried his wife’s in his arms and headed upstairs, towards their room.

“My heartbeat, I’m sorry” he apologized, even though he knew she wouldn’t hear him.

TO Be Continued

Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 86

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Lucas suddenly stepped on the brakes, which made him and Fatima jerked forward as the car came to an abrupt stop.

He looked ahead of them, but squinted his eyes as bright headlights shone directly in his eyes, and blinded his vision.

He faced Fatima whose eyes were also squinted, but her hand was already reaching for her gun and she was ready to jump out of the car at any second.

“Hey” he called her softly, and she faced him with a frown. “Don’t come out, just stay in here, let me and the guys take care of them” he told her.

She raised her left eyebrow at him.

“What is that supposed to mean? Are you underestimating me?” she asked.

His eyes widened slightly, and he quickly shook his head.

“No, not at all”

“Then why are telling me to stay in the car?” she asked.

Lucas stared at her for a brief moment, then he sighed and reached for the gun in her hand, and gently collected it from her.

“You’re hurt” he said.

She looked down at her shoulder that was bandaged, and her mind flashed back to what happened in Asher’s house three days ago, and how she had sustained the injury.

“I just wanna protect you”

“I don’t need your protection, I’m a highly trained warrior and I can protect myself perfectly fine” she told him.

Fatima turned away from him, and made an attempt to jump out of the car, but he caught her hand, pulled her back and shut her door.

“I know you’re a warrior, but you’re also a woman and shouldn’t take it upon yourself to fight at every given opportunity”

“What are…”

He placed a finger on her lips, which shushed him, and she looked seriously in his eyes.

“I don’t know if you’re not getting all the signs I’ve been showing you, but I…” he trailed off.

She tilted her head slightly, raising one of her eyebrows and urging him to finish his words.

“You what?”

He shut his eyes and shook his head.

“I.. I’m…”

“Hey, Duncan Baldwin!” he heard someone shouted from outside. “Come out and stop being a pûssy!”

Lucas looked towards the cars that stopped a few steps away from them, the headlights were already turned off and fully armed men kept jumping out of the cars, with a man standing challengingly in front of one of the cars, one could tell he’s their leader and also the one who just called out Duncan Baldwin.

It’s clear that they’re here with only one purpose, and that was to shed blood.

“And you think you won’t be needing my help?” Fatima asked nodding at the men.

Lucas simply smiled at her, and shook his head in rejection of her offer to join in the fight.

“I don’t need your help, Fatty” he said. “They are nothing compared to gangs I’ve fought with, just stay in here and I’ll be back soon” he smiled at her once more, before jumping out of the car.

Fatima made an attempt to jump out too, but unfortunately for her, she couldn’t open her door which made her frown in confusion, then she gave Lucas a questioning look.

“Child lock” he mouthed at her.

Her eyes narrowed in anger as she hit the dashboard.

“Damn these child locks!” she growled underneath her breath.

“Give me five minutes, and I’ll be back” he said, the walked towards the men.

   >><<

“You are not Duncan Baldwin” One of the men stated after accessing Lucas for a while -he’s their leader, and he was also the one who had called out Duncan Baldwin earlier.

“And you should thank your fuçking lucky star that you ain’t standing before him, because your head wouldn’t be sitting on your neck by now” Lucas said.

The man laughed loudly, as though Lucas had just said the funniest joke ever, then he put his hands in his pockets and leaned against a car.

“Get Duncan Baldwin here, he’s the one I wanna fight with today” he said.

“What’s your name?” Lucas asked him.

“My name?”

“Yes, what’s your name?” Lucas asked again.

He rolled his eyeballs, and lifted himself off the car.

“Boy” he called.

Lucas clenched his jaw when the man referred to him as a boy, balled his fist and glared murderously at him.

“You’re way too small for me, get Duncan here or get out of my sight before I order my men to kill you!”

“I’m afraid, you’re the one getting killed today!” Lucas gritted out angrily.

He reached for his gun, aimed it at the man and shot his (the man’s) right arm.

“I don’t miss my target” Lucas said with a smirk.

“Don’t just watch him, fuçking attack!!” the man growled, and his men rushed forward with their guns that were ready to fire.

Lucas’ men also rushed forward with their guns, and soon bullets began flying everywhere.

Agonizing howls and groans filled the air as bullets were piercing through skins, and bodies were dropping from both gangs -they were either dead, or severely injured but that didn’t stop the fight.

    >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

Baldwin’s Mansion, LA<<

“… and Fatima going to be ok?” I heard nanny Pamela’s voice asking, just then I felt as though I’m floating.

“Yes, nanny” Duncan replied.

“We shouldn’t have left them behind, they should’ve come with us and let other people take care of the ambush” nanny Pamela grumbled.

Ambush? What ambush is she talking about? And why did Duncan leave Fatima and Lucas behind?

“Nanny, don’t worry about them, they’re both great fighters” Duncan said.

My eyes snapped open at his words, and I realized I was floating because Duncan’s carrying me in his arms.

“What’s going on? Where are we?” I asked.

Duncan looked down at me with a smile, but it’s obvious he’s been frowning, and he only smiled when he looked down at me.

“We just arrived home, my heartbeat” he answered.

TO Be Continued

Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 85

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His brows furrowed, as if he doesn’t believe my words because I readily agreed and promised him.

“I’m serious” I assured him. “After all, nothing good has come out of my decisions so far” I grumbled under my breath, but I know he heard me because he grinned.

“Well, I said I can spare his life, but it’s gonna depend on my mood” he said.

My brows furrowed, as my shoulders swayed down sadly.

“Your mood? What do you mean?”

“I mean, I might not kill him if I’m in a good mood” he replied, wagging his brows and licking his lower lip.

What is he trying to say? And what’s the meaning of this look he’s giving me?

“I haven’t had a proper make out session since three days… ”

Oh, I think I understand what he’s trying to say now.

“How about I offer an even better deal?” I asked.

“Oh? You have a better deal?” he asked me back, and I nodded. “I’m listening” he said.

I unfastened my seatbelt, looked around and realized everyone’s sleeping, or maybe they’re pretending to be asleep -I don’t care.

I sat on Duncan’s laps, grabbed his neck tie and pulled him closer to me.

“My doctor said pregnant women need sèx more to enable easy and safe delivery” I whispered in his ear.

His neck suddenly turned red as though he’s suddenly feeling heat immediately I said those words, he raised his eyebrows at me, and judging from his expression, it seemed as though he’s trying not to burst into laughter.

Did I say something funny? Isn’t this what he wanted? Or is taking the initiative a wrong move?

“Oh, really?” he asked, and I nodded. “Why am I just hearing about this?” he narrowed his eyes playfully. “Are you making this up simply because you desperately wanna make love with me?”

I huffed mentally as I understood what he’s trying to do, he’s teasing and making fun of me for taking the initiative.

Well, my doctor didn’t say that, but I know I’m right, because I have read it somewhere.

“Stop beating around the corner, and say it directly if you want me in you, my heartbeat” he said.

His words made my cheeks grow red from embarrassment, because he’s kinda right, seeing him alone and sitting next to him is making me unnecessarily horny.

What am I now? A dog that’s always horny?

“Is my heartbeat being shy?” he teased me further.

I sprang off his laps and made to sit back on my seat, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back onto his laps, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I want you too” he kissed my exposed shoulder. “How about we take this to the bedroom?” he suggested.

I frowned in surprise.

“Bedroom?” he nodded. “You have a bedroom here?”

“Of course, there must be a place for me to nap” he replied.

“Oh”

“Yeah” he kissed my shoulder again. “So, what do you say?”

I leaned down and pecked his lips lightly.

“Let’s wait until we get home, I don’t want tomorrow’s news to be”

I paused and held up my hand as if I’m holding a microphone.

“… Famous pop star, Duncan Baldwin and his mysterious wife, Rachel Baldwin died in a plane crash and the cause of the crash is; having rough sèx while on board”

Duncan laughed at my weird report, and pinched my nose softly.

“The plane wouldn’t crash simply because we’re enjoying ourselves”

“It will, let’s wait until we get home”

He pouted his lips and gave me his best puppy eyes, but I simply laughed.

“No can do, big baby” I tapped his nose with my forefinger, and he rolled his eyeballs.

“Fine” he huffed, then folded his arms on his chest and sulkily turned away.

I shook my head, then sat back on my seat, and the rest of the ride was in silent as Duncan went back to his laptop.

  >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Hours Later, LA<<

It was already nightfall when the Baldwins arrived LA, Mrs Baldwin has already fallen asleep by then, and Mr Baldwin, who didn’t wanna disturb her sleep, had to carry her to their pick up car.

He helped her get into the passenger seat, and was fastening her seatbelt when she opened her eyes and grabbed his hand.

“Are we still on board?” she asked sleepily.

“No, we’ve arrived LA” he replied her. “Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we get home” he added.

A yawn left her mouth as she nodded, and went back to sleep.
Mr Baldwin fastened her seatbelt, and rounded the car to the driver’s seat.

“I just got news from our men, sir” Lucas reported as he approached Mr Baldwin.

“Shh” Mr Baldwin shushed him, then lowered his head and checked if his wife was still sleeping. “Don’t let my wife hear us” he added.

Lucas nodded.

“What news?” Mr Baldwin asked.

“Sir, we can’t go back to the mansion tonight, because there’s an ambush and Mrs Baldwin… ”

He trailed off, and glanced at Mrs Baldwin who’s sleeping soundly in the passenger’ seat. Mr Baldwin understood what Lucas wanted to say, he shut his eyes and inhaled.

“The motherfuçking cunt couldn’t wait until we land LA first!” he growled under his breath, then faced Lucas. “Send some of our men to distract the ambush” he instructed.

“Sir, you mean…?”

“We’re taking a detour”

Lucas’ eyes widened as he gave his boss a confused and curious look.

“But, sir, we aren’t so sure if there won’t be any danger in the mansion”

Mr Baldwin looked towards his wife, he pushed his hair back and bite his lips.

“I wouldn’t go there tonight if it isn’t because of my wife, she won’t be so happy when she wakes up and find out we aren’t in the mansion” he paused shortly. “Don’t worry, there won’t be any dangers with me around her”

Lucas simply nodded.

“You and Fatima should go and take care of the ambush, but spare one of them and bring him to my playroom for interrogation”

“Yes, sir”

“Right, we’re gonna visit Ferrari’s doctor tomorrow morning, don’t be late”

“Yes, sir” with that Lucas jogged towards a car that was parked a few feet away.

Mr Baldwin got into the car, and drove off.

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Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 84

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Without saying another word, I clasped our hands together and gave him a gentle squeeze.

“What…”

“I just realized I’m scared during take offs” I cut him off, and gave him a smile.

He looked down at our hands and smiled appreciatively back at me.

“Thank you, my heartbeat” he said.

“It’s nothing” I replied, wondering who’d been holding his hand during take offs all these years, it must be Lucas.

He leaned closer to me, and placed a kiss on my right cheek.

“This is why I love you unconditionally, you understand me even when I don’t have to say a word”

“I love you too”

Then the jet started taking off, and he gripped my hand tighter.

  >><<

Moments Later<<

We were just a few minutes on air, but my eyelids wouldn’t stop twitching as they were getting heavier with each passing second.

I couldn’t resist the temptation anymore, so, I rested my head on Duncan’s shoulder, and was about dozing off when Asher suddenly crossed my mind, and I raised my head at once -every wish of falling asleep vanished that instant.

“Asher” I whispered to Duncan, as I’m scared of what his (Duncan’s) reaction would be, because saying Asher’s name would definitely remind him of what Asher’s done to me and our son.

But he pretended as though he didn’t hear me, he reached for his laptop that was on the seat in front of us, and turned it on, then started typing on it for a few seconds before he began playing a.. game?!

I tugged on his shirt to get his attention, but he simply hummed in response.

“Asher” I repeated myself.

“Huh?” he asked, as though he didn’t hear me the first time.

I gulped and sighed, then rephrased my question.

“What about Asher? What did you do with him?”

He stopped typing on his laptop, and faced me with a deep frown.

“I haven’t done anything with him” he answered “Yet” he added as he clenched his jaws angrily.

He hasn’t done anything with him yet? What’s that supposed to mean?

“He’s one of the things I’m gonna be getting rid of once we get home” he said.

One of the things he’s gonna be getting rid of?
Well, I’d absolutely refer to Asher as a thing after what he’s done, because no human in their right senses would wanna hurt the woman they claim to love.

Hold on, did he just say get rid of? Doesn’t that mean he’s gonna kill Asher?

“You wanna kill Asher?” I asked to confirm my thought.

He threw me a glare immediately I mentioned Asher’s name, I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but I could see flames in his eyes and the desire to kill hidden in his blue iris.

“Stop saying his name” he growled.

I nodded quickly.

“Are you planning on killing him?”

“Yes” he answered curtly.

“Why?”

His eyes narrowed at my question.

“Why?” I nodded. “Because he doesn’t deserve to live, I’ll make him pay for hurting my son!”

His voice was harsh, and I couldn’t help but flinch back slightly.

“You can’t kill him” I said in a small voice.

He raised his brows at me questioningly.

“And why can’t I?”

“He.. he.. he..”

I don’t even have any words to say in his defense, because his actions has left him with no chance of redemption from Duncan’s wrath, but I don’t want him to die.

“My heartbeat”

He shut down his laptop, and dropped it back on the seat in front of us, then reached for my hand.

“I’m sorry, because I’m not gonna spare him this time, no matter what you’re gonna say”

“But… ”

“Listen, he wasn’t gonna spare our son, and for that he must pay!”

I shook my head in disagreement.

“He truly deserve to die, but can’t we spare him?”

“No!” he rejected my request firmly, with finality in his voice.

I sighed, snatched my hands from his and helplessly leaned back on my seat.

I mean, Asher’s a diçkhead, but he did sheltered me when I was desperately in need, and I can’t repay that little favor of his with hatred -even putting God aside, mother nature (karma) will be super mad at me.

“And what’s that expression on your face supposed to mean? Is that pity I’m seeing?” he asked.

“Duncan, don’t kill him.. please”

His eyes narrowed even more, and it seemed like the flames in his eyes are increasing.

“He was nice to me at first, he accompanied me to every antenatal and every therapy session…”

“Wish I would have done if you hadn’t left home” Duncan cut in. ” And besides, he was being nice to you because he has an ulterior motives towards you!” his voice’s slightly raised by now, and we kinda caught nanny Pamela’s attention.

Nanny Pamela gave us a questioning look, which we both shook our heads at and assured her that everything’s fine between us, she eyed us for a few seconds before turning away from us.

I sighed softly, and reached for Duncan’s hand.

“My happiness” I called him in a soft voice. “Asher had the chance to hurt our son, because I left home in a fit of anger, and I’m very sorry about my reckless decision” I apologized.

He stayed silent and simply looked in my eyes.

“But, but can we just spare him for the sake of his brother, and the little good he’s done for me?”

“Don’t you get it? Do you even know the seriousness of his offense?! We almost lost our son because of that son of a bitçh!” he gritted out.

“I know, but violence is never the solution”

“Well, it is the solution in this case”

He turned away from me, then a suffocating silence fell upon us, but that didn’t stop me from silently begging him.

He faced me, stared at my face for a few moments, then sighed and took a deep breath.

“Fine, I can spare his life but…” he trailed off.

“But what?” I looked at him anxiously.

“But promise me, promise me you’ll always let me in on every single thing you’ll be doing, starting now”

I nodded quickly.

“I promise” I raised my hand. “I promise I’ll never do things, or make decisions on my own anymore”

TO Be Continued

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RACHEL’S pov.

“.. please fasten your seatbelts, because we’ll be taking off soon” the pilot announced.

As you can guess, we’re already on board and according to what Duncan told me, we’re using his private jet -what a rich b@stard!

“Do you want any refreshments?” One of the air hostess politely asked me, with a small smile.

“Uh, not yet” I replied, returning her smile.

She faced Duncan and repeated her question, but Duncan simply shook his head and she left.

Lucas and Fatima on the seats behind us, while nanny Pamela sat on the other side, near the window.

“Sir?” Lucas called Duncan’s attention, and started whispering something in his ear.

While Fatima tapped me, and I faced her.

“Are you feeling uncomfortable? Is your seatbelt too tight?” she asked nodding at my round stomach.

I rolled my eyeballs at her weird questions.

“I’m fine, Fatty”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m super sure” I replied, emphasizing on ‘super’ or else she’s gonna rephrase the question, and ask me again.

She nodded.

“That’s good, because you’re so gonna answer to me for leaving without telling me, I’m not forgetting about it anytime soon” she gritted.

I threw my head back, released a groaned and I pouted my lips, then gave her my best puppy eyes, which she simply scoffed at and waved off.

“I’ve told you countless times to stop doing that because it’s not working on me” she said.

“Please, please don’t get angry at me, I swear I didn’t have a choice a then”

“A choice? You left without telling me because you didn’t have a choice?” I nodded. “Tell that to my @sshole!”

I paused and narrowed my eyes at her, then reached for my purse, I pulled out my credit card and stretched it at her.

“Really? You wanna buy my forgiveness now?” she asked.

“Are you gonna take it, or not?” I asked her back, slightly raising my eyebrows.

She stared at my credit card for a moment, before snatching it from me and kissed it, then grinned widely.

“You’re forgiven!” she exclaimed quietly.

“Of course”

Fatima an I have a crazy logic about life, we believe there’s nothing money can’t buy -well apart from life.

I could have done this earlier to earn her forgiveness in a second, but I just wanted to negotiate with her because I thought she’d have out grown this logic by now -but sadly, she’s never gonna out grow it, and I’m kinda hating her for it right now.

“I’m so gonna shop until I drop when I get home!”

‘Gonna shop until she drop with my credit card?! She’s gonna spend my hard earned money until she drop?!’ I screamed mentally, and glared at my card as she held it between her fingers.

“How about you rape my closet when we get ho…”

“Nope!” she cut off my negotiation. “I prefer raping your credit card because you’re gonna be moaning so much, baby”

By moaning she meant, I’m gonna be crying so much.

“You… ”

“I really love to hear you moan” then she winked at me, and smirked wickedly.

We both started glaring at each other, and her smirk kept getting wider, she won’t be so cocky if only she knows I really wanna strangle her to death, right here and now.

“Ahem!” Duncan cleared his throat, and interrupted our glaring contest. “What are you girls talking about?” he asked.

“Nothing!” I snapped at him, then glared at Fatima once more before turning away from her -I swear, I’ll steal her credit card and get back my money.

“We’re about to take off, are you gonna feel nauseous?” he asked.

I gave him a strange look. I was about saying something, but the pilot’s voice interrupted me.

“This is a reminder, please fasten your seatbelts because we’re taking off in five minutes, and for safety reasons, please turn off all your electronic devices -which include your phones and laptops!” the pilot announced.

We should turn off our phones? Funk, I’ll be so bored.

“Don’t worry, your husband is here” Duncan whispered in my ear. “I can be very entertaining, if you know what I mean”

I felt his fingers drawing circles on my lap while he was saying those words, and I gently pushed his hand away, because I already understood the message he’s trying to pass on.

“No, thank you” I replied and gave him a tight smile.

“Alas, my good wasn’t appreciated” he sighed out.

He quickly helped me with my seatbelt and made sure everything is alright, before fastening his seatbelt, then he turned off his phone and laptop.

“Should I hold your hand for the take off?” he asked.

“No, I’m good”

“Are you sure?” he asked again. “You know some people tend to be nervous during take offs” he explained further.

I narrowed my eyes at him, then I saw sweat forming on his forehead, and his lips were quivering slightly as though he’s a kid who’s scared of something, that’s when I came to the realization that he’s nervous -he has aerophobia.

But why would he be aerophobic? Hasn’t he been traveling by jets during his tour around the world? Isn’t he supposed to be used to flying on air by now?

TO Be Continued

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Thanks, baby, for staying with momma -I mentally thanked my baby.

“You really scared me, baby” Duncan said to me.

“And you could really use a bath right now” I replied, cringing my nose in disgust.

He perceived his shirt and cleared his throat as his ears grew red, he was about saying something but then, the door open and Fatima walked in, with a man in white coat closely behind.

I don’t know if I’ve seen him somewhere before, but he looks familiar.

“It’s good to see you’re awake, Mrs Baldwin” the man said.

“Thank you”

I thanked him, but gave Duncan a questioning look which he (the man) caught, and he laughed -wait, why does it feel like he’s laughing because I was supposed to know him?

“I’m doctor Luke, and it’s nice to meet you” he said reaching out his hand for a handshake.

“Uh, it’s obvious you already know my name” I chuckled lightly. “It’s nice to meet you too, doctor Luke” then I shook hands with him.

He nodded, then withdrew his hand.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked.

“I’m good”

“Really?”

I shook my head.

“No dizziness, or headache?” he asked again.

“Not at all” I touched my neck. “I’m just feeling a little dryness in my throat, is that normal?”

“Yeah” he answered. “You’ve been sleeping for two days, so, it’s very normal that you’ll be thirsty” he said.

“Ok”

“Uh, let’s take your temperature and heartbeat” he said.

He stepped closer to me, put a thermometer under my arm, then he reached for his stethoscope from around his neck, and placed it on my chest, then placed it on my stomach after a few seconds.

“Huh?!” he exclaimed quietly, but everyone heard him.

“Huh?” Duncan asked, indirectly telling him to elaborate on his exclamation.

But he ignored Duncan’s question, and tilted his head with a confused frown which is kinda making me anxious.

“What?! How did this happen?!” doctor Luke asked rhetorically.

“How did what happened?” Duncan and I asked at once, but from Duncan’s tone, he’s starting to get impatient with doctor Luke’s suspense.

Doctor Luke remained silent, he kept making confused facial expression, and shaking his head as if he can’t believe or understand what’s going on.

“What’s going on, doctor?” Nanny Pamela asked this time. “You’re making everyone anxious” she added.

“Yeah” Fatima and Lucas agreed.

Doctor Luke withdrew his stethoscope and straightened up, he sighed deeply.
We all stared at him as we impatiently waited for him to say what’s bothering him.

“Do you believe in miracles?” he asked, while looking between Duncan and I.

Duncan and I exchanged confused looks, because he’s really scaring and confusing everyone at the moment, then we gave him a strange look, but I nodded anyway.

“Miracles?” Duncan simply asked him back as if he’s having some doubts.

“Well, this is definitely a miracle!” He exclaimed in excitement.

“Huh?” Duncan and I asked simultaneously.

“It’s a miracle, your son is healthy and your wife has recovered her strength”

Your son is healthy and your wife has recovered her strength? Was I lacking strength before?

“Really?” Duncan asked as if he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Yes, your son’s heartbeat is very strong, and we don’t have to put your son in the incubator no more”

Wait, they wanted to put my baby in an incubator?!

“Great!”

“That’s wonderful” Fatima and Nanny Pamela exclaimed respectively.

Duncan simply pulled me into a hug, but thankfully, he didn’t hug me so tight.

“Thanks for being strong for our baby” he breathe in my ear.

We hugged for a moment until doctor Luke cleared his throat, I guess to remind us we aren’t alone.

“Uh, since your wife is strong again, why don’t we schedule her…”

“I wanna take my wife home” Duncan interrupted doctor Luke.

Ooh la la, it seems like someone’s eager to take me home, is he planning on fuçking me till I pass out?

Hold on a sec, why did I think of that?

“You wanna take your wife home? You mean back to LA?” Doctor Luke asked.

“Yes” Duncan answered. “Can my wife be transferred to another hospital in LA?” he asked.

“Uh, yes, but isn’t it better to let her have a few more days rest here?” Doctor Luke asked suggestively.

Duncan faced me as if he wanna know if I’ll agree with doctor Luke’s suggestion, to which I would have really agreed with, but he sat by my bedside and reached for my hand.

“My heartbeat, I’d really love to have you rest here for a few more days, but I have a lot of things to do back home, and I can’t waste even a second doing nothing”

He has a lot of things to do? What are those things?

“You gave me less than three months to find my mother’s murderer and settle scores with her, but I can’t do that if we stay here” he whispered this part in my ear.

Oh.. now I understand where he’s coming from.

“Can we go home, please?” he asked.

I stared at him for a moment as I briefly contemplating wether to agree with him, then I nodded slowly in agreement, as though he’s forcing me, whereas, I agreed because I don’t like the smell of hospital at all.

“Let’s go home” I told him.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead, then rubbed my stomach fondly.

“Thank you” he whispered to me, then faced doctor Luke. “My wife’s ready to go home, get the transfer papers ready, please”

Doctor Luke looked between Duncan and I, then simply smiled and nodded.

“Alright, then, excuse me” with that he left.

Duncan turned to me.

“My heartbeat, I should go finish up with the transfer papers, then we’ll leave for the airport tonight” he said.

“Hm” I simply hummed. “But make sure you change into something nice, I feel like puking seeing you in these clothes”

He looked down at himself and laughed shortly, then kissed my cheek and left.

Nanny Pamela and Fatima rushed to my side immediately Duncan left.

“Thank God you’re ok” Fatima said.

“Yes, I was scared for you and my grandson” nanny Pamela agreed.

“I’m fine, nanny” I assured her.

     >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Hours Later<<

Mrs Baldwin hide her face on her husband’s chest, he was carrying her bridal style in his arms as they stepped out of the hospital, and his fans wouldn’t stop snapping photos of him, and gushing over his public display of affection -although, his security men blocked his crazy fans from reaching him and his wife.

“You really don’t have to do this, I can walk on my own” she said.

“But I really wanna carry you in my arms” Mr Baldwin replied.

“Humph” she huffed. “I’m sure my face would be on the front page of every newspaper in America tomorrow” she grumbled, and playfully punched his chest.

Mr Baldwin simply laughed at how cute she is.
After walking for a few seconds, he stopped by his car and Lucas opened the passenger seat for him.

“Mr Baldwin, your private jet is ready” Lucas reported.

“Hm”

Mr Baldwin hummed as he helped his wife into the passenger seat, he helped her fastened her seatbelt and shut the door, before turning back to Lucas.

“Are you driving, sir?” Lucas asked.

“Yes” Mr Baldwin glanced at his wife and smiled. “I wanna be her driver”

“Oh” Lucas nodded. “Right, I just found out that Asher isn’t just a member of the Russian Mafia gang, he’s also the son of Russian Mafia lord”

Mr Baldwin’s eyes narrowed.

“He’s the son of Russian Mafia lord?”

“Yes, sir, but unfortunately, we don’t know who this lord is because she does show her face”

“She?”

“Yes, sir, the Russian Mafia lord is a woman”

Mr Baldwin balled his fist as he glared murderously at nothing.

“Kidnap that Mike, and bring him to my playhouse for interrogation!”

“Mike, sir?”

“Yes, I wanna know if he’s involved in the Mafia world too”

Lucas nodded.

“Yes, sir”

“Any news from Ferrari’s doctor yet?”

“No”

“I guess I’ll personally visit the hospital soon” Mr Baldwin said.

He gestured Lucas to take the next car, then rounded his car and got into the driver’s seat.

“What were you discussing with Lucas?” Mrs Baldwin asked.

“Oh, uh”

Mrs Baldwin narrowed her eyes.

“We were talking about Ferrari” he said.

“Your father?”

“Yes, he knows who my mother’s murderer is”

“Oh”

“Yeah” he started the car. “I’ll visit his doctor soon and see if his condition is improving, because the earlier he wakes up, the faster I’ll avenge my mother” then he drove out of the parking lot, and into the main road.

     >><<

At an anonymous bar, LA<<

Tasha and Ms Cara sat in a dark corner drinking beer, Ms Cara had a cigarette between her fingers, and seemed to be enjoying watching some teenagers dancing on the dance floor.

“When is your spy coming?” Tasha asked impatiently.

“I always tell you this, be patient” Ms Cara replied.

Tasha’s eyebrows furrowed and she was about saying something, but shut up when she saw a girl approaching them.

“Ms Cara” the girl greeted Ms Cara, and sat on the chair next to Tasha.

“Hey, Selene” Ms Cara threw a cigarette at her. “What took you so long?” she asked.

“Sorry, ma’am, I was stuck in traffic”

“Hm”

“Ma’am, our spy has reported back” Selene reported.

“Really?” Ms Cara raised her brows. “What did he say?”

“Duncan and his wife are coming back to LA tonight”

Ms Cara smirked.

“Ooh, it’s about time” she paused and faced Tasha. “Why don’t we throw them a welcome party tonight?” her smirk widened until she broke into an evil laugh, and soon Tasha joined in her laughter.

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Days Later<<

Mr Baldwin’s thumb caressed his unconscious wife’s cheek, he stared blankly at her face, and he frowned deeply as he wasn’t getting no reaction from her.

“My heartbeat” he called her in a cracked voice. “When are you gonna wake up?” he asked, even though he knew she wasn’t gonna respond to him.

He leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead.

“I miss you” he rested his head on her chest, using her breasts as his pillow. “I miss you nagging me, I miss you getting angry at me for every slight mistake, I miss you laughing at my silly jokes and mispronounced words, I miss holding you in my arms on our bed”

He paused and sniffled as though he’s trying to hold back his tears -the veins on his neck are showing by now.

“Please wake up let’s go home, please wake up for me” he couldn’t hold back anymore, he let his tears flowed down as he threw his arms around his wife, and hugged her tight.

“I promise I’ll never do anything to get you angry, I promise I’ll be the best husband and father to you and our son from now onwards, I promise I’ll do anything for you, anything you want me to do, I promise…” he trailed off as if he’s ran out of promises.

Meanwhile nanny Pamela, Fatima and Lucas stood by the door, they were watching as he (Mr Baldwin) was busy pouring his heart out to his unconscious wife.

Nanny Pamela sighed and shook her head as she also blinked her eyes a few times, to hold back her tears.

It’s been two days already since doctor Luke sedated her, but she haven’t shown any signs of waking up soon, and her breath hasn’t been stable since then.

“Nanny, what are we gonna do with Mr Baldwin?” Fatima asked. “He haven’t eaten, or even taken his bath since we brought his wife here” she added, nodding towards Mr Baldwin’s clothes.

“Yeah, he looks like a real madman now” Lucas chipped in.

Nanny Pamela stared at Mr Baldwin for a short while, thinking of how to convince him to go home and freshen up, because they’ve tried everything within their power to make him go home, but he wouldn’t listen to them.

Then she faced Fatima at once, as if she’s just got the perfect idea.

“Do you have a mirror?” she asked.

“A mirror?” Fatima asked, while wondering what she (nanny Pamela) wanna do with a mirror.

“Yes, in your bag?”

“Y-yeah” Fatima answered unsurely.

“Give it to me”

Fatima nodded. She reached for her bag, and pulled out a small mirror, then handed it to nanny Pamela.

Nanny Pamela took a deep breath, before approaching Mr Baldwin, she stopped by his side and handed the mirror to him, but he simply stared at it blankly without collecting it from her.

“Duncan, here” she shoved the mirror in his right hand. “Check out yourself and tell me how you look” she said.

But Mr Baldwin didn’t respond or react to her words, like he didn’t even hear a word of all she’s been saying.

“Duncan, it’s high time you go home to eat and freshen up, you can’t keep on going like this” she said.

“No” he replied.

“No? Are you even seeing yourself right now?”

Mr Baldwin stayed silent.

“You look like you’re in mourning!”

This statement infuriated him, he raised his head and threw nanny Pamela a murderous look, he felt a strong urge to wrap his hands around her neck, and strangle her to death for saying those inauspicious words, but he held himself since she’s practically his mother at the moment.

“Rachel might wake up at any time, what do you expect her to see when she wakes up? Her husband that’s totally covered in blood, and smelling like a urine that’s been stored for five days?”

He furrowed his eyebrows immediately nanny Pamela said that, he threw her an offended glare which she returned with a stern glare, as though she’s glaring at a disobedient child, which made Mr Baldwin turned away from her and faced his wife.

“You know your wife’s a neat freak, do you think she’ll embrace you and kiss you when she sees you in this…” she trailed off not knowing what to say.

   >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

“You know your wife’s a neat freak, do you think she’ll embrace you and kiss you when she sees you in this…”

Isn’t that nanny Pamela’s voice? Who is she taking to? Duncan? It must be him, because I heard him begging me to wake up moments ago.

Why can I hear voices but can’t seem to open my eyes?

I tried to open my eyes again, for the one thousandth time, but still couldn’t as they remained shut as though someone’s sealed them with a glue.

Then I fell someone hold my hands, that familiar warmth engulfed me and I knew at once that it’s Duncan -my husband.

“Wake up, my heartbeat, wake up let’s go home” he pleaded once again, and sniffled.

Is he crying again?

I really wanna see how my husband looks with tears on his face, I’m sure he’s gonna be looking so funny right now, no, no, I must see how he looks like, I must wake up and have a good laugh.

I mentally took a very deep breath, and mustered up all my strength, then I forcibly snapped my eyes open, but instantly shut them at once as my eyes were stabbed by the sudden brightness that welcomed me.

“Funk!” I hissed as I squeezed my eyes. “Who funking turned on the lights!” I grumbled, as though the lights weren’t turn on before I open my eyes.

I heard gasps around me, but didn’t bother opening my eyes to check out the people around me, because I’m scared my eyes still haven’t adapt to the brightness yet.

“My heartbeat?” I heard Duncan’s voice.

“Yeah?” I answered, though my eyes were still closed.

A short gasp escaped my mouth, and my brows were furrowed instantly as I was suddenly engulfed in a very tight hug -the hug was so tight that I even felt myself struggling to get enough air through air my lungs.

I slowly opened my eyes, and was surprised to see everyone surrounding me, ok, I kinda exaggerated a little bit because it was just nanny Pamela, Fatima and Lucas.

“You’re awake!” they all breathe out simultaneously, but Fatima and Nanny Pamela still had worried expression on.

They all looked very disheveled, and tired, with dark circles under their eyes.

“My heartbeat” Duncan whispered in my ear.

He hugged me tighter, and I couldn’t help but wonder if his intention was to squeeze me into his body.

“My heartbeat” he whispered again, while taking deep breaths as though he can finally breath -now I understand why he calls me his heartbeat, turns out I’m truly his heartbeat.

“Uh, D-duncan” I called his name in a stutter, but coughed lightly to clear my throat. “Duncan, I can’t breathe”

I tapped his back to let go, but he shook his head and hugged me even tighter.

“No” he disagreed.

“But.. I..”

“I’m afraid you’ll fall asleep again if I let go” he said.

Oh, poor baby. Did I really scare him that much?

“Please don’t fall asleep again, don’t fall asleep on me” he sobbed.

I looked at nanny Pamela and Fatima for help, but they pretended as though they weren’t seeing me.
I sighed, and rolled my eyeballs.

“I’ll fall asleep again if you don’t let go” I said.

“No” he tightened his arms around me again.

I coughed.

“I..” coughed. “I really can’t breathe now” I gritted out, and he released me at once.

He held my shoulders, and started blowing air on my face as if doing that will help me breathe well.

He has a worried and scared expression on while he was doing that, and his appearance is way funnier than the others -I’ll say funny and scary at the same time.

His hair is all over the place, like he’s been running his fingers through them and constantly pulling them. There are bags under his eyes, his face is wet with a mixture of sweat and tears, even his eyes are red and puffy from all the crying he’s been doing, and he looked way thinner -hasn’t he been eating?

Then let’s talk about his clothes, are those dried blood? And why do I feel like a weird smell is coming from him?

OMG, what exactly happened to this guy?

“My heartbeat, are you ok? Did I hurt you? Do you feel like fainting? Should I get the doctor right now?” he asked in one breath.

“I’m fine, but…” he raised an eyebrow. “.. you don’t look so well” I said.

His ears grew red, but he didn’t reply me and faced Fatima instead.

“Quick, get that doctor here!” he ordered her.

I frowned because I don’t like his commanding tone, even though Fatima’s his employee, she’s still my friend too, and he shouldn’t command my friend.

“Yes, sir” Fatima replied and rushed out.

He turned back to me with a smile.

“Is there something you need? Like, food or water?” he asked.

My throat suddenly felt dry immediately he said that, or maybe that’s when I realized I need water.

“Water, please” I told him.

He nodded and rushed towards the small table that was a few steps away from my bed, he quickly poured some water in a glass and hurried back to me.

“Here, I’ll help you” he said, and brought the glass closer to my mouth.

I took a few gulps before moving my mouth away, and signaled him that I’m satisfied.

“Thank you”

“No, thank you” he replied and grinned widely.

It’s very obvious that he’s excited, but just doesn’t know how to express his excitement, even nanny Pamela and Lucas had relieved smile on their faces, which made me wonder -how much of a tension did I put on them? Or was I in coma for months? Then…what about my baby?

“What date it is today?” I blurted out.

“September 17th” Duncan answered.

“What year are we in?” I asked again.

Duncan gave me a strange look, like why am I asking weird questions. Even nanny Pamela and Lucas exchanged looks, they must be wondering if I’ve gone insane.

“What year are we in?” I repeated my question.

“Uh, 2022” Duncan answered.

September 17th? 2022? Doesn’t that mean it’s been only three days since Asher tried to hurt my baby?

I looked down at my stomach, and let out a deep breath of relief when I saw my baby’s bump is still there. I patted my baby’s bump fondly, with a small smile.

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Duncan stared at me for a moment, then placed a kiss on my forehead and nodded.

“Fine, I’ll stay” then he faced doctor Luke. “You can do whatever test you wanna do with me here, right?”

“But.. we.. ” doctor Luke sighed. “Fine” he removed his stethoscope from around his neck. “I’m gonna ask you a few questions, yeah?”

I nodded.

“Yeah”

“Are you feeling pains anywhere? Like around your lower back, or your abdomen?” he asked.

I shook my head. He nodded, and whispered something to the nurse who started writing on her clipboard.

“What about headache?” he asked again.

“No”

“Ok, let’s check your temperature and your baby’s heartbeat”

My ears perked up immediately he made mention of my baby, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“My baby?” he nodded. “My baby’s fine! He is fine and healthy!” I snapped, and made an attempt to attack the doctor.

But Duncan grabbed my hands and pulled me down.

“Our baby is fine, our baby is fine, ok?” he whispered in my ear.

“But he said something about our baby’s heartbeat”

“I know, I heard him”

“He… ”

“You misunderstood him, he said our baby’s very healthy and strong, right doctor?” he asked the doctor, who quickly cleared his throat and nodded in agreement.

“Yes, yes, that’s exactly what I said”

I glared maliciously at him as I still believe that wasn’t what he said, but nodded anyway, and let him step closer to check my temperature.

“I’ll check your.. temperature now, yeah?” I nodded, and he started his job.

My eyes moved around as the doctor was doing his series of tests on me, Nanny Pamela’s eyes were red and puffy as though she’s been crying, in fact, there were tears running down her cheeks.

My eyes drifted towards Fatima and she’s no better than Nanny Pamela, it’s even right to say she’s worse than nanny Pamela -which made me wonder why they’re both crying.

“Did someone die?” I asked Duncan.

“No” he answered.

“Then why are they crying?” I asked again, nodding towards nanny Pamela and Fatima.

He frowned slightly and stared at me as though my words weren’t making any sense, as if I was supposed to know the reason they’re crying.

“Mr Baldwin” doctor Luke called our attention.

“How’s it?” Duncan asked him.

“Your wife is too weak and won’t be able to go through the natural child delivery”

My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to understand what he meant, even Duncan’s eyebrows furrowed too.

“What are you trying to say, doctor?” Duncan asked.

Doctor Luke glanced at me, and sighed.

“I’m afraid, but having your wife deliver this baby will endanger her life” he paused briefly. “It’s best we put him in an incubator” he said.

Hearing these words just seemed to ignite a fire inside me, I mustered up every bit of strength in me and pushed doctor Luke away from me, and even almost knocked Duncan down in the process.

My eyes searched around frantically, looking for what I don’t know until they landed on the tray of food and fruits on the bedside table, there was a small knife laying on the tray.

I snatched the knife, and held it up against my throat.

Frightened gasps echoed in the room as everyone’s eyes widened in fear at my action, but I ignored them.

“My heartbeat” Duncan called me.

He took a step closer to me, but I pressed the knife on my neck, and it cut through my flesh which made he halt and raised his hands in surrender.

“Fine, I’ll stay right here” he paused. “But just drop the knife…”

“No!” I cut him off.

My eyes looked around, and I don’t know or understand why, but I’m suddenly seeing every single one of them as a threat to me and my son at the moment.

“No one is taking my son from me, or I swear I’ll kill myself” I said.

“Calm down, Mrs Baldwin… ”

“Don’t take a step closer!” I shouted at doctor Luke.

“Fuçking step back!!” Duncan snapped at him and pulled him back, making doctor Luke almost lost his balance.

“Over my dead body, no one is gonna take my son away from me” I pointed the knife at Duncan. “Not even you” I shifted it towards the doctor. “Or you!” then pointed it at nanny Pamela, Fatima and Lucas. “Not any of you either!”

“My heartbeat, calm down and drop the knife” Duncan said, but I threw him a very harsh glare.

“No!” I snapped at him. “My son ain’t gonna stay in no incubator, my womb is the only incubator made for him, and that’s where he’s gonna stay until he’s ready to be born!”

Doctor Luke stepped closer to Duncan and whispered something in his ear, which Duncan nodded at and stared at me.

“Continue planning, but trust me on this, I won’t let your plan work!”

Duncan suddenly jumped at me, he snatched the knife from me and injured his palm in the process, but he didn’t mind his injury as he pulled me into a tight hug.

“Let go of me! I won’t let him take my son! I won’t let him!” I struggle in his arms, but he still didn’t let go.

Doctor Luke grabbed my left arm, and injected something in a vein, which made me weak instantly.

“You can lay her down” he told Duncan.

“What did you do to me?! What did you do to me?! You wanna take my son?! Are you trying to hurt my son?!” I was shouting on top my voice right now.

Soon my vision started blurring, and my eyelids were getting heavier with each passing second.

But before I completely lost consciousness, I heard doctor Luke asked Duncan.

“Mr Baldwin, may I have a word with you outside?”

“Sure” Duncan answered.

I saw him glanced at me briefly trough my blurred vision, and followed doctor Luke outside.

       >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov

“What did you inject my wife?” Mr Baldwin asked.

“I sedated her to help her get some rest, because it seemed like she didn’t get enough rest”

Mr Baldwin nodded in understanding.

“Then, why is my wife behaving like a uh..” he trailed off as though he doesn’t know the right word to use.

Doctor Luke sighed.

“Your wife is traumatized, Mr Baldwin”

“Traumatized?”

“Yes, it seemed like she wasn’t expecting something like this would happen to her, and it’s making her lose her mind occasionally” doctor Luke explained.

Mr Baldwin glanced at his unconscious wife, and released a tired sigh.

“What can we do to help her recover?” he asked.

“Uh, we’re still observing her and we’ll do our absolute best to help her recover, but if we can’t get her mind back on track by tomorrow, then… ” he cut himself off.

“Then what?”

Doctor Luke took a few steps away from Mr Baldwin.

“We’ll have to transfer her to a psychiatric hospital”

“What?! A psychiatric hospital?!” Mr Baldwin exclaimed.

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

“How can someone be so inhumane? How can someone be cruel?” Nanny Pamela sobbed.

Fatima pulled nanny Pamela into a comforting side hug while the nurses were helping Mrs Baldwin lay on the bed, then they started adjusting her IV drip, and putting her hand in a more comfortable position.

Then one of the nurses turned faced Fatima and Nanny Pamela.

“Doctor Luke said Mrs Baldwin needs a good rest at the moment, so…” she trailed off and reached for a button. “.. please press this button to inform us when she’s awake”

“Hm” Fatima hummed.

“Excuse us” the nurse said and left with the other nurses.

Nanny Pamela quickly but carefully pushed Fatima off her, and rushed towards Mrs Baldwin’s side.

“That boy is such a devil, I wish him nothing but death!” she cursed.

At that moment, Mr Baldwin walked in with Lucas closely behind.

He (Mr Baldwin) stood by the door for a brief moment, and stared blankly at nanny Pamela who was still sobbing by his wife’s bedside, then shifted his gaze towards his wife and he released a ragged breath.

“Mr Baldwin” Fatima called when she noticed his presence.

Nanny Pamela turned at once, she got up and rushed towards him.

“Where’s the devil’s son that did this to my daughter-in-law and grandson? Where is he?” she asked. “I want to make him suffer!” she growled with a lone tear running down her cheek.

Mr Baldwin didn’t utter any words, his eyes remained fixed on his wife, and before he knew it, he was already standing by her bedside.

“Nanny, Mr Baldwin already had the son of a gun locked up” Lucas answered nanny Pamela’s question.

But her eyebrows knitted together in a deep frown, as if she isn’t satisfied with Lucas’ answer.

“Locked up?” she shook her head. “I want him to pay for hurting my kids, he has to… ”

“Nanny, calm down” Lucas held her shoulders as he said that. “Mr Baldwin is only waiting until his wife healthy and back home with him, then he’ll make that animal wish for death”

He paused and glanced at Mr Baldwin, then smirked.

“I trust him on that” he said.

“Good, no one messes with my family!”

She made to go back to Mrs Baldwin’s bedside, but Lucas stopped her in time.

“Look, nanny” Lucas nodded towards Mr and Mrs Baldwin. “I think they need some privacy at the moment”

Nanny Pamela stared at them for a very brief moment, then nodded quickly.

“Yes, let’s head out” she agreed, and rushed out.

Lucas carelessly grabbed Fatima’s arm, but she released a pained hiss and quickly snatched her arm from him, then threw him a glare.

“Just how short is your memory?!” she snapped angrily at him.

“Huh?”

Lucas seemed to be clueless of whatever she’s trying to say.

“I was fuçking shot!”

She pointed at her wounded shoulder, and Lucas’s eyes widened in realization.

“I.. you.. I..”

He shut his eyes, and released a sigh as his shoulders swayed down.

“I’m sorry” he said. “Let’s go treat your wound”

Fatima glared at him a few more seconds, then stormed towards the door with Lucas closely following behind, but she stopped right outside the door and frowned at him.

“Why in hell are you following me?!”

“I wanna accompany you” he answered, but she narrowed her eyes. “To treat your wound” he clarified.

“I don’t need your company, I’m not a baby!” she said and picked up her pace, but Lucas didn’t relent and rushed after her.

She looked behind and saw Lucas was still following her, then she took to her heels but Lucas followed suit.

Meanwhile, nanny Pamela has been watching their (Lucas and Fatima’s) drama, she sighed and shook her head.

“Doesn’t she knows he’s hopelessly in love with her?” she rhetorically asked herself. “I guess she doesn’t know” she concluded.

She looked inside Mrs Baldwin’s ward, then released a sigh and reached for her phone in bag, and dialed Mr Baldwin’s number and she waited until he picked up.

“Nanny?” Came Mr Baldwin’s hoarse voice answered.

“I.. uh, it’s already 9:39pm, I think I should head home to get some rest.. I’ll bring breakfast for you and Rachel tomorrow” she said as she stared at Mr Baldwin’s back.

“Hm” he hummed. “Get Fatima to send you home” he said.

Nanny Pamela shook her head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine” she sighed again. “Don’t stay awake all night, try to get some rest too, because I’m sure Rachel wouldn’t find your face attractive if you have bags under your eyes” she chuckled lightly as if to cheer Mr Baldwin up a little bit.

“Hm” he hummed in response.

“I should get going” then she hanged up, watched them (Mr and Mrs Baldwin) for a moment, before leaving.

       >><<

Mr Baldwin sat on a couch next to his wife’s bed, with his head in his hands, and his shoulders were shaking as though he’s crying.

He stayed in that position for a moment, before he reached for her right hand and placed a lingering kiss on her knuckles, then his red and swollen eyes stared at her paled face in pain.

“I’m sorry” he apologized. “I was late, I was too late” he blamed himself.

He cried for a few seconds, and he couldn’t help the tears that flowed down his cheeks.

“I’m useless, I’m so useless!” he slapped himself. “I couldn’t protect my family” he slapped himself again. “We almost lost our baby today because of my carelessness” he slapped himself again. “Please, forgive me, forgive me, my heartbeat”

He rested his head on her chest and continued crying, but stopped abruptly. He slowly raised his head and glared murderously at nothing in particular.

“I’ll kill him!” he promised himself, then averted his gaze back to his wife and stared at her tenderly. “Wake up soon, baby, and watch how I’ll tear him limb from limb… I. Will. Make. Him. Understand. He. Messed. With. The. Wrong. Family!”

      >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

“No, don’t.. don’t come near me, don’t…”

I cried as I crawled away from him, until my back hit the wall and there’s no more room for escape.

He looked at me with murderous aura lurking around his dark, narrowed eyes, and his right hand was folded behind him as though he’s hiding something from me.

“Stay away from me, don’t hurt my baby” I desperately begged him.

But it seemed as if the more I’m begging him, the angrier he’s becoming. He shook his head in disagreement as he took slow steps towards me, there’s a devilish smile on his face, as he slowly brought out his hand from behind.

“My baby is innocent, spare him, I…”

My words were left unfinished and stuck in my throat, my eyes widened and my lips quivered in fear when he raised his hand, and I saw what he’s been holding behind him all these while -a pestle.

My arms instinctively wrapped around my stomach protectively, as I closed my eyes tightly and released a earthshaking shriek.

“Arghhhh!”

<

My eyes snapped open at once, I sprang up into a sitting position, and frantically looked around in search of him and thankfully, he’s nowhere to be found, I’m not in his house either.

I quickly looked down at my stomach and released a long sigh of relief, when I noticed there’s no blood too.

‘My baby is safe, my baby’s not in danger’ I thanked my stars inwardly, with my body shaking as if I’m cold.

“Argh!” I shrieked and jumped off the bed in fright when I felt someone’s grip on my right wrist.

“My heartbeat?” I heard a familiar voice, and that’s when I calmed down a little bit, and took a better note of my surrounding.

I looked around again and saw Duncan, nanny Pamela, Fatima, Lucas and a man in white coat… Is he a doctor?

“My heartbeat, are you ok?” Duncan asked me again in a very calm tone.

I nodded. I rushed closer to him and hugged him tightly as if I’m scared he’ll vanish if I let go of him, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me back to the bed.

He laid me on the bed and sat next to me, he wrapped an arm around me and wiped my tears stained face.

“Nanny brought breakfast and some fruits for you” he said as he nodded at a tray on the bedside table. “Wanna eat something?” he asked.

My stomach growled quietly immediately he asked me that question, I was about nodding in reply to his question, but the doctor cleared his throat and stepped forward.

“Uh.. Mrs Baldwin, I’m your attending doctor, I’m doctor Luke” he introduced himself.

I simply nodded slowly.

“I wanna run a few tests on you, can we do that before you eat?” he asked.

“Hm” I hummed.

“Alright” he faced his nurse and said some things to her in a low tone, before facing Duncan. “Mr Baldwin, will you please step aside?”

“Sure” Duncan agreed and made to get up, but my grip on his arm tightened as I didn’t let him get up.

“I.. I.. stay with me” I whispered.

I really don’t know why, but it seemed like I’m scared of everyone and I don’t trust others except him -I feel safe with him by my side.

“Don’t go” I whispered again.

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RACHEL’S pov.

Baldwin’s Penthouse, New Orleans – 8:07pm<<

“Fûck!” Duncan moaned as his hands massaged my breasts, while he thrusted deeper in me.

My body shook from so much pleasure, I shut my eyes and threw my head back, and my grip on the sheets tightened.

“My heartbeat.. I’m cumming” he whispered in my ear.

“Me too” I moaned in response.

He held my waist and increased his pace, but he wasn’t fast enough to hurt our baby.

After a few seconds of fast thrusts, we both finally cummed together. He leaned down and crashed his lips on mine, we kissed for a few seconds before he collapsed on the space next to me, and pulled me into his arms.

“You were awesome, my heartbeat” he whispered breathlessly in my ear.

I scoffed.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t mean we’re good now”

“Huh?”

“I only let you touch me because I’m sèx-starved” I told him. “You still have a long way to go before earning my forgiveness”

He sighed speechlessly.

“Yes, your Majesty!” he replied.

Then silence fell on us as if we have no more words to say, but it wasn’t long before I broke the silence.

“Duncan?”

“Yeah”

“Are we going home tomorrow?” I asked.

“Hm” he nodded.

“Uh, there’s something I must do before we leave tomorrow”

“What?” he asked.

“I need to let Asher know that I’m leaving and…”

“No” Duncan rejected my request at once.

His arms around my waist tightened possessively, and even though I’m not seeing his face, I could still tell he’s scowling right now.

“Come on, I can’t just leave without informing him, besides..”

“You can’t leave without informing him?” he cut me off again. “I’m your husband, but you left our home without informing me, and now you’re saying you can’t go back to our home until you inform a stranger?” he asked in an offended tone.

“That’s not what I meant, Duncan”

“Then what do you mean?”

I turned around, and faced him.

“Some of my stuffs are still in his house, I need to go back to get them, and I’ll just tell him about… ”

“No, there’s no need informing him”

“But… ”

“My heartbeat” he held my face in his hands. “He has no right to know anything about you, and… ” he trailed off.

He shut his eyes and massaged his temples softly, then inhaled deeply.

“Fine”

“Fine?” Like, what is fine?

“You can go, but you will stop contacting him after tomorrow, deal?”

I nodded quickly because his words are reasonable. I pecked his cheek, and gave him a tight hug.

THE NEXT MORNING<<

“I’m leaving” I informed Duncan as I heard towards the door.

“Hm” he simply hummed in reply.

He pulled the blanket over his face, and continued sleeping. I sighed softly and headed out.

  >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Mr Baldwin stood by the window, and watched as his wife boarded a cab and left in a hurry. He clenched his jaw, balled his fist and glared maliciously at the cab as it drove out of sight.

“Mr Baldwin” Lucas called as he entered the living room, and walked towards Mr Baldwin.

“What did you find?” Mr Baldwin asked without turning to face him.

“Just like you suspected, Asher is a member of the Russian Mafia gang, and he’s simply using his lawyer’s qualification as a cover”

“Bloody hell!” Mr Baldwin cursed loudly and clenched his jaws tighter. “My family is headed to his home!” he gritted out. “Does his brother know about this side of him?”

“No, sir” Lucas answered. “He’s been keeping it a secret from his family”

“My wife hate lies the most” Mr Baldwin smirked. “I wonder what would be her reaction if she finds out about this side Asher’s keeping a secret”

His eyes narrowed in anger as he continued glaring at the direction the cab his wife boarded, had headed. He could feel anger pumping through his veins, but he tried to remain calm because acting rashly might put his wife and unborn child in greater danger.

“Lucas”

“Sir?”

“Quick, inform Fatima to get her men ready, and they should secretly follow my wife” he faced Lucas and looked him straight in the eyes. “My family must be safe and sound!”

“Yes, sir” Lucas answered and started typing on his phone immediately.

“Then, contact the Russian Mafia lord”

Lucas paused, and raised his head as he looked at his boss with a surprised expression.

“You wanna declare war against them?!”

Mr Baldwin’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, he wondered what’s going on in Lucas’s head.

“Sir, it hasn’t gotten that, we can’t declare war against them and make them our enemy, simply because a member of their Mafia group offended us, we can… ” he trailed off.

“Hm?” Mr Baldwin urged him to continue.

“We can just handle him privately”

Mr Baldwin shook his head.

“Just shut up and contact their lord” he said. “I wanna take permission to kill that b@stard if he tries anything with my wife, or even think of hurting my son!”

“Oh”

“Yeah, oh!” Mr Baldwin mocked him. “Now get on with it!”

“Yes, sir!” Lucas replied, and rushed out.

Mr Baldwin turned around and continued glaring daggers at the road, as though it has offended him.

“I really wanna bring that motherfuçker to his end!” he growled to himself.

   >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

“We’re here, Miss” the cab driver informed me.

“Oh, thank you”

I quickly paid him and alighted his cab, then rushed towards Asher’s porch. I searched for my key inside my handbag, but frowned when I couldn’t find it, then I remembered I didn’t take it with me yesterday.

Hold on, Asher might still be at home since today’s saturday.
That’s when I started ringing the doorbell, and eventually the door flung open after a few rings.

“Hi, Ash…” my words were left unfinished when I saw Asher’s face.

He has heavy bags under his eyes, his hair was disheveled and all over the place as though he’s been running his fingers through it, and he looked totally different from the last time I saw him -which was two days ago.

“Asher, what happened to you?” I asked as I pushed him aside, and entered his house.

He shut the door and followed me to the living room.

But my steps faltered upon seeing cigarettes and empty bottles of beer scattered on the table, it’s as if he’s going through a heartbreak.

“What the heck is going on here?” I asked him.

I turned around to face him, only to be pulled into a tight hug, and I felt my stomach churned as the smell of cigarettes and alcohol hit me.

“Don’t.. don’t.. don’t…” was all he was muttering.

“Don’t what?” I asked, but got no response.

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Mr Baldwin was silent, he doesn’t know what to say anymore, or he doesn’t even have anything to say.

“Then, has she agreed to go back home with me?” Was all he could ask.

“Yes, but you shouldn’t do anything that would get her angry at the moment, always compromise for her and pamper her”

He nodded.

“Do whatever she wants you to do without complaints, and show her extra love and care, because that’s the only way she can forgive you and that’s the only thing that can save your marriage right now”

He nodded again.

“Always remember my advice, the wife is never wrong, and it’s always the husband’s fault everytime something goes wrong”

“Yes, nanny”

Nanny Pamela sighed.

“I’m not happy seeing my nephew’s home on the verge of collapsing”

     >><<

RACHEL’S pov.

05:51pm<<

My eyes snapped open when I heard my alarm ringing, I tried to reach for it to turn it off, but was refrained.

I looked down and saw arms wrapped protectively around me, I turned around and saw Duncan staring at me with a small smile.

“You’re awake” he muttered.

“Hm” I hummed.

I turned away from him and turned off the alarm.

“Can I have a guess of what you and nanny talked about?” he asked.

His words made me roll my eyeballs, he wanna have a guess as if he doesn’t already know what we talked about -hmph!

“I’ll come with you, but that doesn’t mean I have forgiven you” I told him what he wanna hear.

“Huh?” he asked.

“Hurry up and get your enemy out of the way, then we’ll think of building our relationship again, but until then I’ll come back home with you”

“But we… ”

I removed his arms from my waist and sat up, then rested my back against the headboard.

“Duncan, you have more than two months left to take your enemy down”

“Two months?”

“Yes” I answered firmly. “I don’t wanna bring our baby into a troubled and targeted home”

He stayed silent for a moment, and nodded slowly.

“You’re right, my heartbeat” he sighed, he leaned closer to my baby bump. “Just give daddy some time, daddy will take down the bad guys before your arrival, ok champion?”

He placed a kiss on my stomach, I guess he’s kissing our son’s head -at least that’s his thought.
Then he faced me.

“But you’ve been constantly talking about not forgiving since yesterday”

“Have I?”

“Yeah” he nodded. “Why can’t we talk about something else while we’re together?”

“What should we talk about?”

“Hm..” he twisted his lips as he had a brief thought. “About we talk about our baby, like his names and stuff?”

Our baby.. he’s right, up till now we still have decided what to call him when he’s born.

Funk, this just reminded me of broken homes.

The kids in broken homes suffer the couple’s separation most, and our baby is already, practically the one suffering more from our (Duncan and I) fight -imagine, we still haven’t decided his name.

“If we have a boy, what should we call him?” he asked me.

If we have a boy?
Of course it’s a boy, I’ve already confirmed his gender but unfortunately for Duncan he doesn’t know that yet, and I ain’t gonna tell him either, he’s so gonna be surprise later.

But my eyebrows furrowed slightly when I recollected his question.

“Shouldn’t you be the one to name him?”

“Uh, let’s just say I’m giving you the honor” he replied.

I scoffed, and rolled my eyeballs.

“That’s because you don’t have any names on your mind” I said.

He chuckled lightly.

“You got me”

He’s not at fault though, because I left when we were supposed to be planning all these.

“Well, since we both don’t have any names on our minds, let’s just wait a little longer and take our time to find him a suitable name” I rubbed my tummy fondly with a small smile. “There’s still enough time to do that”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Enough time?” I nodded. “Baby, you’ll seven months gone in two weeks, and you think it’s enough time?” he asked eagerly.

I reached forward and held his face in my palms.

“Relax, even if I’m eight months gone, we can still choose a name”

“But… ”

“Just calm down” I told him.

He stared at me for a moment, then sighed and nodded.

Then we stayed in a brief silence, with Duncan staring intensely in my eyes, and my eyes wouldn’t look away from his lips in return. I couldn’t help but feel a strong urge of pushing him back on the bed, and have a hot make out session with him, and before I knew it, I found myself leaning towards him.

Our lips were just an inch apart, when my stomach saw this moment as the perfect time to growl, and in that same moment, there’s a knock on the door.

“Rachel, Duncan?” Nanny Pamela’s voice sounded from outside.

“Yes, Nanny” I answered.

Duncan threw a glare towards the door, and started grumbling coherently.

“Dinner is ready, come down let’s eat” she said. “Both of you” she added.

“We’re not hungry, nanny!” he grumbled. “You just interrupted a very important moment” he bite out.

We heard nanny Pamela’s laughter from outside, I can Imagine her shaking her head at Duncan’s childishness right now.

I wouldn’t say nanny Pamela interrupted us, because my stomach growled first before she knocked on the door.

“Well, if you aren’t hungry, my grandson is”

“Nanny, we… ”

“I don’t care what you wanted to do” she cut off Duncan’s words. “Get your butts down for dinner, you can continue at night, and I won’t disturb then because I’ll be sleeping, like every normal human is supposed to be doing at night” she emphasized on ‘sleeping’ as if Duncan and I wouldn’t be sleeping too.

“We won’t be sleeping” Duncan said.

“Oh, did I think out loud?”

“Of course” he answered. “And we’ll be having a very rough sèx tonight, because you’ve starve me for four months”

I smacked his chest and pushed him off me.

“If you’re waiting for a rough sèx, then I’m sorry to report Mr Baldwin, we won’t be having rough sèx for the next three months because these are the critical time for our baby”

He knitted his brows in a deep, and disappointed frown.

“But… ”

“There are no buts, sir, we don’t want our baby to have bumps on his head when he’s born, do we?”

He shook his head slowly.

“Then be a good boy, and listen to momma” I patted his shoulder as though he’s my five years old son.

“Rough sèx is out of the options, can we at least make sweet love?”

“Duncan, we…”

“My heartbeat, I’ve missed you a lot, didn’t you miss me too?”

Is that even a question he’s supposed to ask me? Of course, I miss him because I’ve been having wet dreams about his dîck since I left.

I don’t know if this happens to every pregnant woman, but I’m always horny everytime I think about Duncan, and that doesn’t end well because I always end up secretly masturbating in my bathroom.

“My heartbeat?”

I blinked. “Huh?”

“What do you say? Can we make sweet love tonight?” he asked.

“Uh, well… ” I trailed off and jumped off the bed. “.. that will depend on how good you’ll treat me at the dinning table” I said.

He sprang up at once.

“I’ll be so good to you for sure” he said.

“Hm” I hummed.

He wrapped an arm around my waist.

“Let’s go” he said.

“Are we walking there?”

He gave me a confused look.

“We’re going downstairs for dinner” he reminded me as it I’ve forgotten.

“Oh” I sighed. “But my legs are feeling so tired, I can’t walk or stand or… ”

My sentence was left incomplete as he swooped me in his arms.

“I’ll carry you” he said.

“Can you? Because I’m very heavy right now” I nodded at my stomach.

“You’re both my responsibilities, and I can’t get tired of carrying you two”

“Oh, that’s so sweet” I replied, then secretly smirked. “Let’s go”

He nodded and headed for the door, I pulled it open and we came face to face with Nanny Pamela.

“Nanny, you’re still here?!” I gasped out.

“Hm” she hummed as she nodded her head.

“Huh?”

She’s been standing here all these while that we’ve been talking about rough sèx, and sweet love?!

“Don’t worry, I’m deaf and I didn’t hear anything”

“You didn’t?” Duncan and I asked at once, and she shook her head.

Here eyes flickered towards my big, round stomach and she cleared her throat.

“Whatever you do later, just remember to keep my grandson’s head intact” with that she headed towards the stairs.

Duncan and I exchanged looks, my cheeks flamed up in embarrassment and I quickly hide my face on his chest.

“Can we skip dinner?” I asked him.

“Unfortunately, no, nanny won’t let us”

I groaned and hit his chest.

“It’s all your fault” I blamed him.

He laughed.

“I’m sorry, baby”

I can’t believe the mother figure in my life, and she’s kinda my mother-in-law now, just heard my husband and I talking about sèx! This is super embarrassing!

TO Be Continued

Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 75

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🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

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RACHEL’S pov.

Nanny Pamela? Was she the one Duncan was talking with so mysteriously on the phone this morning?

Oh my God, don’t tell me she’s here to scold me too.

“Uh…”

Mariah cleared her throat, and that pulled our (Fatima and I) attention back to her.

“Fatty, Rachel, I’ve gotta to go, I just remembered I’m supposed to wash some of my clothes” Mariah said.

“Wait, you… ” Mariah didn’t let Fatima complete her words, before she disconnected the call.

I mentally rolled my eyeballs at Mariah’s lame excuse, she’s obviously trying to abandon Fatima and I to face nanny Pamela alone.

Fatima faced me, she gave me an apologetic smile and got up.

“I’m sorry, Rachel, but Mr Baldwin is back and he’ll definitely need my attention on something else at the moment” then she dashed towards the door before I could speak.

She stopped by the door and greeted nanny Pamela with a bow, then ran out as though some just set her pants on fire.

Great, such a faithful bestie I have.

I locked gaze with Duncan who’s kinda hiding behind nanny Pamela by now, and narrowed my eyes accusingly at him.

“Ahem!” Nanny Pamela cleared her throat loudly, as if tou remind me of her presence.

“Nanny Pamela” I let out a nervous laugh, and rushed to her, because she was still standing by the door. “How have you been, nanny?” I asked her.

“Oh? How have I been?” she scoffed, and crossed her arms on her chest as if she’s angry. “I didn’t know you care so much about my health, I thought you wanted to see me die of hypertension!”

I shook my head.

“God forbid such, nanny, I’m not that evil” I laughed, then shot Duncan another accusing glare. “Why didn’t you text me, to inform me about nanny Pamela’s arrival?” I blamed him.

Nanny Pamela narrowed her eyes at me.

“And what would you have done if he had texted you? Runaway?”

I let out a nervous laugh as I shook my head.

“No, no, no” I cleared my throat. “I would have prepared some good dishes for you” I said.

She eyed me suspiciously for a moment, then started walking towards a sofa -Duncan and I followed her immediately.

“Well, it seems like your brain is still working” she stopped by a sofa, and I helped her sit down. “I’ve had a long, and stressful flight, and now I’m starving” she said.

“Oh, I’ll fix you something to eat” I replied and hurried towards the kitchen, before she could utter another word.

Duncan is so gonna get it from me later.

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Moments Later<<

Duncan and I watched nanny Pamela quietly as she eat her food, well, Duncan was the only one watching her because he’s trying not to meet my glaring eyes.

“Water” nanny Pamela said when she’s done eating.

Duncan quickly poured her a glass of water, and I started clearing the table -i’m trying to keep myself busy while bracing up for her scolding class.

“Leave the plates, Rachel” she said.

“Uh, I wanna hurry up and do the dishes”

“Don’t worry about that, Duncan will do the dishes”

“Huh?!” Duncan exclaimed, which earned him a harsh glare and he cleared his throat. “I’ll do the dishes” he grumbled and started gathering up the plates.

Nanny Pamela is an action lady, her behavior right here is taking me back to the old days when we were still together in the orphanage, she never used whips on us but only one word from her will put everyone in their right places, because anyone who went against her always end up washing everyone’s clothes.

“Hurry up, I wanna have a talk with Rachel”

“Yes, nanny” Duncan answered, and I stifled a laugh.

Duncan hurried gathered the plates on a tray, and carried them towards the kitchen, then I faced nanny Pamela and waited for her scoldings.

We sat for a few moments of silence, until she broke it.

“Come back home, Rachel” was what she first utter.

I frowned slightly as I was surprised at her words, like, isn’t she here to scold me and blame me for leaving my matrimonial home?

“You must be wondering why I’m asking you to come back home instead of scolding you, right?”

I nodded.

“I’m not gonna blame you because Duncan is really at fault”

I gaped at her. Is this nanny Pamela speaking? Is she a marriage counselor now?

“You and Duncan are husband and wife, you’re both married for six years now and if you’ve given birth earlier, I believe your child would be five or four years old now, right?”

I nodded.

“Right, so, I see no reason Duncan should be keeping things from you under the guise of protecting you”

I couldn’t speak or react in any way, I was only staring at Nanny Pamela in surprise. She smiled, then she reached for my hand on the table and gave me a soft squeeze.

“But Rachel, you shouldn’t have left home because of a misunderstanding, and you shouldn’t have threatened him with a divorce either, because that will definitely destroy your home one day”

“I shouldn’t threaten him with a divorce?” I couldn’t help but ask. “Nanny, Duncan is a stubborn man and…”

Nanny Pamela cut me off with a chuckle.

“That’s men for you, darling, they are stubborn and dumb in nature, and they wouldn’t understand our feelings if we don’t tell them directly” she paused. “They’re not God after all, and they can’t read our minds”

Yeah, she’s right on that, because I’ve been kinda dealing with Duncan indirectly and he doesn’t seem to understand me until it’s too late.

“I’m not saying you can’t be mad at him or teach him a lesson, in fact, he deserves whatever you’re doing to him right now…”

She trailed off and chuckled lightly, I’m sure she’s putting herself in my shoes -like, the pains I’ve been through all these years.

“…but I want you to understand that staying away from Duncan isn’t safe at the moment, because his greatest enemy is still out there and we don’t even know who she is, or what she looks like”

“But nanny… ”

“I understand your plight perfectly well, darling, but you can continue staying mad at him even though you’re both living under the same roof, running away from home won’t solve your problems”

She lifted herself slightly as though she’s just got the perfect idea, then grinned at me.

“How about you come back home with us, and I’ll teach you ways, I mean, torturous ways to punish him”

“Really?”

“Of course”

Nanny Pamela wanna teach me ways to torture her nephew? Wow, I can’t wait, but….

“Nah, I know that look” she said, and I gave her a confused look. “You must be saying you don’t wanna stay in the same room with him, right?”

How did she know what I was about thinking about? Is she a mind-reader?
I nodded anyway.

“How about we start punishing him by chasing him out of the master’s bedroom?”

The master’s bedroom, that’s I and Duncan’s room.

“Huh?”

“Of course, you and my grandson deserve a well-deserved rest” she said.

Oh my goodness!

Whoever nanny Pamela’s husband was supposed to be is sure very lucky, because nanny Pamela is a wife whom no husband would definitely wanna mess with -she is so cruel.

“So.. what do you say? Are you coming with us to learn from the master?” she gestured at herself when she said ‘the master’, and I nodded quickly.

“Yes, yes” I answered quickly, because I really wanna know how we’d have handled her husband.

I wanted to stay and talk more with her, but unfortunately, a tired yawn left my mouth and she laughed.

“Alright, I guess it’s your nap time” she said.

I checked my phone and nodded when I realized it’s 1:37pm.

“Go on, we’ll talk more later”

I sighed softly and nodded, then got up and stretched my body. I headed towards the stairs, but nanny Pamela stopped me.

“Where are you going?” she asked with a frown.

“Duncan’s room”

“It’s upstairs?”

“Yes”

Then her frown deepened.

“I’ll talk to Duncan about it, your room back home will be moved downstairs because you’re pregnant, and shouldn’t be taking the stairs so often”

I mentally rolled my eyeballs at her worries, then she rushed towards the kitchen -well, let’s just hope Duncan’s ears doesn’t fall off.

My phone vibrated in my hand, and I quickly checked the caller’s ID only to see Asher’s name flashing on the screen.

I was about answering it, but I decided against it and settled on just texting him back later, because answering his call right now deprive me of my sweet sleep, and I really need this sleep more than anything now.

I’ve been lazy since I became pregnant, and I guess it’s because I’ve temporarily shut down my cafe.

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

“Nanny, let go, let go you’re hurting me” Mr Baldwin whined as he tried to pull nanny Pamela’s hand from his ear.

“Have I made myself clear?!” she growled seriously.

“Yes, nanny, I’ll make sure we move to another room downstairs”

Nanny Pamela cleared at her shortly before pushing him away from her side, she pulled out a stool and sat down.

“Fûck, nanny, you almost cut off my ear” he rubbed his ear softly.

“Good for you” she cleared her throat. “Now, let’s talk about your wife”

She paused for a moment.

“Rachel is still a kid…”

“A kid?” Mr Baldwin smirked and shook his head. “Nanny, my wife knows way too much to be referred to as a kid, and you can tell how much she knows from her round stomach” he let out a satisfied and fulfilled laugh.

Nanny reached forward, and smacked the back of his head.

“Shut up and listen to me, naughty child!”

“Oh”

“Like I was telling you, you must learn to tolerate your wife, Duncan”

Mr Baldwin furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

“Nanny, I’ve always been tolerate towards her”

“I know, but you should be more tolerate now that she’s pregnant, because her mood swings always get over her, and she tend to think with her mood swings now”

TO Be Continued